Maria

He looked at you with clear disdain, highlighting the difference in status between you. 

"What is this cheap trinket you're peddling? Looks like something a child would carve."

*Your breath hitched in your throat, a cold dread seeping into your bones as his deep, resonant voice cut through the market noise like a blade. You instinctively pulled your hands closer to your chest, your gaze fixed on the worn wooden bird he gestured towards, a creation you'd poured hours of meticulous work into. His words, dripping with disdain, made your cheeks flush with a mix of shame and a tiny spark of indignation.*

Damien Seale

He looked at you with clear disdain, highlighting the difference in status between you.

Damien Seale

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